Tuesday, January 13, 2015

The Insatiable Sip

I have taken my sip,
Yet it gets rolling
Is it ever fair
To be wanting more
After giving out enough?

This is not hunger
Nor is it thirst
But some inner yearn
To taste more and more
And to see the colours
That give life and pleasure.

The pleasure of being memorable
Which history will remember
The poor soul that beholds, and
The hands that hold the effulgent script,
Still Crave for some more.

Hush, even scrooge can afford
Owning the treasure,
And everybody can scrimp
For the golden ornate orogeneny.

If i were to explore its beauty
And number the graces therein,
My tongue will lie
And my ego will egress
Or it gets puzzled
To explore the virtues.

For the poet is an itinerant jinn
Who keeps vigil and vigilant
To sneak and ambush vile vices
Hard to crush upon
But amenable and lenient,
Always impregnating lexis
And giving birth to meanings.

The water that beautifies flowers,
Which give life to souls and beings
That ameliorate pain
And assuage life worries-
Worries on the diseases of life
And gives cures for the ailments.

When recieved as recipe
Taken, sipped but still need more
What an insatiable sip
By a simple seamless simpleton.

Huzaifa Sani Ilyas
For Tijjani M. Musa
Composed: 15/09/2014
12:58 A.M.

IS LOVE A CRIME?

Is it a crime to love?
Or is it a crime to hate?
Both natural and vivid.
One can't hide both
As driven by emotion

Love and hate exist
Visible and invisible
Antithesis phenomena
One sweet; the other bitter
But both give experience

How can one hate love
Or take it as a crime
When being shown
By the folk the other hates?
What if hate is shown

To the antithesis?
Will he repel it
Or accept it?
Then love can't be hate
It can't be thrown away,

Love is to be exchanged
Not with hate but with love
Equal to its giver
If not more, but no less.
Love the love that loves,

But not to hate who loves,
Pay honour to love
And have it as life
Absorbed and nurtured
To the fullest growth

Not to cut its throat,
Not to cripple it
Not to dissect it
Not to oppress it,
For that leads to mortality.

Embrace it more,
Water it and air it,
Treat it as one's soul;
Caress it and treasure it,
For it gives life to you.


MUSLIM SONG 

If they ask about my Lord
He is The Gracious, the Merciful.

If they ask about my prophet,
He is a very

Or if they ask about my book
It is the Holy Quran.

But if they ask about my enemy,
It is Satan, the accursed.

Composed by Muhammad Ismail Ibrahim
Abdul Aziz Riyad
Origanally in Arabic and translated by Huzaifa Sani Ilyas

Monday, October 27, 2014

My Straight View on Hausa Film Subtitles

A rejoinder to

Muhammad Muhsin Ibrahim’s
Hausa Films Subtitling: Expanding or Exposing the Kannywood?

"Naturally, in the struggle with falsehood, we must write the truth and this truth must not be lofty and ambiguous generality. When it is said someone, “he spoke the truth,” this implies that people or at least one person said something unlike the truth- a lie or a generality- but “he spoke the truth,” he said something practical, factual, undeniable, something straight to the point."
 Berlot Brech (1943) 

First of all, let me commend my friend, Muhsin Ibrahim for writing something which has been worrisome in my mind for quite a long time. Prior to Muhsin's article on Hausa Film subtitles, I never thought anybody could be interested in critiquing Hausa film subtitles publicly. When I say publicly, I mean on any media- electronic or print. Until now, I concluded that as long as there are writers and critics, and as long as Hausa film producing continues, there would be an era of critiquing, challenges and reforms. However, I was among those who were stroke by a pang of nostalgia and felt a surge of anger when watching a Hausa film subtitled with grammatical crises. This is because, as a student of English, and as a person who has passion for writing, supports and promotes the learning of English; I am always filled with horror when I find grammatical errors in either spoken or written English. In fact, I become disappointed and desperate whenever I watched a Hausa film with bad subtitles. For this reason or another, I had stopped watching Hausa films completely. Until recently, when I decided to join the queue of the sub-editors with a view to bringing reform and/or help reduce the errors in the system. My mind told me I'd give my little contribution in the field; I joined not to get out of it, but actually for it to get out of me. Moreover, I often heard many people castigating and jeering at Hausa film producers for allowing bad subtitles which they would say might ruin or bring a lacuna in their profession. More often than not, enraged people would curse the sub-editors and call them many names such as 'illiterates', 'idiots', 'donkeys', and so forth and so on. Unfortunately, for me, sub-editors would come the second or the third when it comes to the issue of condemnation by the viewers. This is because, to the best of my knowledge, they are not to blame in the first cry foul. Rather, stakeholders- producers and copy right owners etc. are to blame for a number of reasons:

1. Unqualified Sub-editors: Stakeholders, Producers/Copyright owners (Some producers sell out the copyright of some of the films to satellite agents for subtitles) do not, most of the time, search for the qualified persons to subtitle their films. Perhaps, they are sometimes, desperate to see the film subtitled so quickly; and this makes them blindfolded and forget to find the appropriate persons to do the work because they need it badly- by hook or by crook. This goes along to end up at having no alternative as which person should do the project. At the end of the day, the job falls into the hands of naïve or a person whose a command of English language is very poor- undeserved to do the project and the end result becomes of poor quality.

2. Verbatim Translation: Some of the sub-editors insist to translate Hausa language into English language using what’s known as ‘direct translation’ or what some linguists call ‘Domestication of English Language into Hausa Language.’ This is highly unbecoming. Quite frankly, Hausa film scriptwriters are not laconic, in their attempt to make the actors understand their messages; they end up writing more than necessary. Unfortunately, too much talking makes the viewer get bored and feel nostalgic. Meanwhile, the actors themselves, in their attempt to impress the audience and get popularity, act lugubriously loquacious. Here and then they’d be saying what is not there in the script. In this case, repetitions, uncontrollable jargons and blends of some languages fall in. Here is the point of contention for the sub-editor. He becomes lost and confused and subsequently writes/types words or expressions out of necessity. He too doesn’t know what he’s typing/writing as the actors don’t know what they’re saying. Once, Professor Munzali Jibril says: ‘A person who doesn’t know where he’s coming from wouldn’t know where he’s going to.’ Here, the sub-editor and the actors, I can say, are carried in the same boat. But one can make an impartial judgment on who is to blame. Some words and expressions are disapproving- impolite, foul mouthed, and non-collocated. See Comic Hausa films. Sometimes, they’d use proverbs that are not relevant to the dialogues. However, some phrases are misleading and some idioms, phrasal verbs and other expressions are not found in English language. But, some would forcedly and deliberate translate them whimsically just to pass the hard stage of the scene they are subediting. 
     Some of the aspects required in Hausa subtitles include providing contextual meaning of the dialogues. One must not translate everything. One should translate things that will make any viewer understand the film- no matter what level of education he/she is. But direct translation is improper and wouldn’t help. Examples of the direct translations are: ‘Allah ya baka lafiya’, it was translated on a Hausa Film as: ‘May Allah give you well.’ Even in the so-called direct translation, the aforementioned sentence is grammatically faulty to mean granting health or recovery from sickness. The word ‘well’ here isn’t adverb, rather, it is noun. Therefore, it should be better typed as ‘get well soon’. Meanwhile, if it’s to be translated as used by the sub-editor, it is directly hoping for the third person something- which here, is a noun, ‘well’. Well is a deep hole in the ground which people obtain water. So, may Allah give you well can easily be translated into Hausa as ‘Allah ya baka rijiya.’Also, ‘ Zan sa kafar wando daya da kai.’directly translated as: ‘I will wear the same leg of trousers with you.’Or, ‘Bari na ari bakin ka na ci maka albasa.’Direct translation will have it as: ‘Let me borrow your mouth and eat onion.’etc.  
  
3. Uneducated Stakeholders: Some producers/copyright owners are uneducated. So, they want to what is impossible to be possible in the sense that, for them; any person who can speak English can also be qualified to subtitle films no matter how poor his English is- because they don’t know what English is all about and the pre-requisite required before a person is said to be a qualified sub-editor. They don’t also know that subediting is a sub-field of writing on its own right. They fail to understand that many people are only good at colloquial or spoken English, but might not be good in written English. Meanwhile, some might not be good in both, but can speak some English. But to them, since they don’t know the rules, they just think speaking the language suffices. However, subtitles need not only informal use of the language but also syntactical, hermeneutic, stylistic; morphological as well as contextual analysis of the language. Furthermore, use of punctuation marks is essential in subtitles. But very few subeditors consider using punctuation marks in Hausa film subtitles. That’s why many times meanings are not arrived at because of the mixing of words and phrases without marks that separate them and give them true meaning. That’s why ambiguous dialogues and sometimes, meaningless sentences are found. Please, watch American Film Subtitles and see wonders as galaxy of punctuation marks makes it comprehensive and charmingly adorable.  
     Moreover, for the uneducated producers/copyright owners, any person who can speak English is equal to the task; to them all ‘Englishes’ are the same. This is because they can't differentiate the bad from the good- the pidgin and the rotten English from the good, better and the best. So, they go ahead and hire anyone who comes their way or who is close to them, in short, their cohorts! This makes the project become (the subtitles) full of avoidable spelling and grammatical mistakes.
  
4. Failure to train the sub-editors: The stakeholders fail or are reluctant to or are too busy to find some professional sub-editors to train the potential and fresh sub-editors on the use of the software used for subtitles. Even if the sub-editors are good at English, however, they need special training on the software application. They need to be trained on how to use the software efficiently and satisfactorily. Unfortunately, the producers/copyright owners are so reluctant or stingy to sponsor or organize special programmes such as seminars or workshops by hiring professional editors and sub-editors to give the training; either through a fixed period, which will be once and for all; quarterly or after every other six months in order to coach them on how to place the titles (dialogues) properly; (there is also the need to be re-orienting the ardent sub-editors) the use of the font size accordingly, adjusting brightness, knowing the waves-dialogue placement, using the frames and double-dialogue etc. For example, the software, (Adobe Premier) contains a square box for typing the dialogues, and in the middle of the square, there are two frames, the primary and the secondary frames. The primary frame is the most important frame and is vividly seen within the secondary frame. A professional sub-editor is expected to type the dialogues within the border of the primary frame. For if the dialogues appear outside the primary frame, it is going to be outside the space and the subtitles will be regarded then as semi-professional because it exceeds the limit of the words required for the conversation at a moment. Meanwhile, the viewer will find incompatibility in it when watching the film and could hardly read the lines and comprehend wholly because the dialogues will quickly go off before reading. 
   Secondly, the dialogues would overleap and pass out the screen so that they cut from the edges. But this will undoubtedly show incomplete sentences and be incomprehensible by the viewer. Dangling modifiers and fragmented sentences become rampant which will make the language unreadable, (Many of the sub-editors use dangling modifiers and fragmentations which is uncalled for) tiny to view and boring. This is another failure. However, screen choices vary from one another; some projects of subtitles are used with either wide screen or half screen. Wide screen video is wider both horizontally and vertically than the half screen video. Though, the half screen video is usually narrower. Here, a sub-editor is supposed to use the minimum font size 30 using the default character for either the wide screen or the half screen videos. Unfortunately, some sub-editors having a wide screen as their tool for the project use other stylish characters that are thinner than the default one with the font size below 30 or 28, making it difficult for the viewers to read the dialogues from a little distance because of the smaller characters and size used by the sub-editors. Sometimes, they type much longer sentences but too small to be read and comprehend. Just another failure. 
Additionally, there is a tool on the Adobe Premier namely “outer shadow" which is added to the text to type and embolden it so that the text becomes bold and black, vivid and readable. Instead, some sub-editors ignore it and use the white character which is vague and unclear. This and the stylish characters make it difficult for the viewers to read the dialogues even if they are close to the screen. 

5. Writing the project on papers: Some producers and copyright owners pay sub-editors to write the subtitles on papers rather than placing them directly on the timelines using Adobe Premier Software. Instead, they submit it to them in which they later give it to the editors, (who cannot even write in English nor comprehend it) to put them on the timelines. In this case, a lot of displacement occurs; incongruity could be detected in the dialogues. This is because the editor does not follow the actual dialogues and might not be able to place the dialogues correctly due to some reasons which could be lack of language understanding as I mentioned earlier or haste or too much weight the project might be to him. Meanwhile, some editors would say it is not necessary for the sub-editors to translate everything so they deliberately skip other dialogues and claim that it might still be understood by the viewer with or without the translation. Unfortunately, viewers blame the sub-editors in this instant. That’s too bad! 

6. Value Detachment to the profession: The stakeholders do not attach value to the subtitles at all. They would say subtitles are not meant for Hausa, one can subtitle the way he likes. They would say Hausa people do not read subtitles, and only those who bother to read the subtitles are other people who speak different languages more especially those outside the country. Since they think they would not be criticized by Hausa natives (Who they think are closer to them), they are safe. They forget that deaf and dumb people always need subtitles. They’d never comprehend films without subtitles. Also, in public places like banks and hotels as well as restaurants where silence is needed, the television sets are muted and while waiting, viewers do benefit from subtitles. Let me make it clear that many people stopped watching Hausa films totally because of the unfortunate subtitles. 
Additionally, some would only give subtitles not for the quality of it, but for the sake of gaining from the satellite stations. In the rise of Hausa film Industry, stakeholders used to pay handsomely for subtitles; they find good English speakers for the job. So much so that, they hired lecturers in English departments in tertiary institutions. The subtitles would then be given to the editors to place them on the timelines with caution and afterwards, render them to be ready for watch. Double payment occurred here. Because both the editors and the subeditors (The latter who wrote the manuscripts to the editors were both paid hugely). Nowadays, the sub-editor saves the editor such double task and the producer the double payment as the sub-editor uses the software tool to place them himself while making the project. Nevertheless, despite this effort making, the sub-editor is still paid little- very much little. Though he works as the sub-editor and the editor as well. In the past, such jobs were well done and substantial; until recently, with the rise of the satellite stations, when money lovers decided to sell their subtitled films to the nascent TV stations that want to get popularity through Hausa viewers and other African nations who love Hausa language and culture and those who take it as their second language. They would find cheap people who are higgledy-piggledy desperate and give them meager amount of money to do the job regardless of how the project would look like. It will be obnoxious if one watches such films because they are subtitled effortlessly and to everyone, it could be viewed as abracadabra or hocus-focus.  
  
7. Depreciating the Sub-editors’ efforts: Lack of commendation and recommendation from the satellite managers and the generality of the viewers tremendously demoralize many of the sub-editors. Motivation is one of the factors that encourage man to exert much more effort in his/her career. Even though one is motivated, lack of inceptives dissuades them from moving forward. Moreover, criticism could easily destroy such persons and in the end make them give up. But the point is that little encouragement is received from the stakeholders and the viewers as well. While the sub-editor is trying his best possible means on subtitles, the agents do not commend the efforts he is making. They would not also advise them where necessary by calling the attention of the sub-editors and give them some recommendations. They would not cheer up the sub-editor; but rather, they jeer at them. This goes along to condemn their works totally where he/she commits some unavoidable mistakes. They don’t employ motivational wisdoms to encourage them and hamper them towards providing the solutions to the errors made. This, however, is one of the psychological problems rampant among the stakeholders and the viewers as well! Few people call and appreciate the sub-editors and offer some useful pieces of advice and suggestions. I value such people and rate them as people who know how to... 
And anonymous poet once wrote: 
‘Once I did bad and that I heard ever/
Twice I did good, but that I heard never.”
Also, they ought to remember everybody likes compliment and encouragement and the only way you can get what you want from people is by giving them what they want. So, the agents should pay hugely to the qualified sub-editors in order to get good subtitles. But as in a proverb, too many cooks spoil the broth. Too many cheap sub-editors spoil the projects! There can’t be qualitative projects through cheap labour.
In the process of making it clear, one should know that everybody wants be great, it’s the desire of greatness and earning a fortune that makes the stakeholders run their business day and night. The great Psychologist, and the father of psychoanalysis and psychotherapy theories, Sigmund Freud, in Man’s Search for Meaning, says: “Everything you and I do springs from two motives: the sex urge and the desire to be great.” John Dewey, the great American Philosopher also says: “The deepest urge in human nature is the desire to be important.” Unfortunately, the stakeholders and viewers do not try this- that is to make the sub-editors feel important. They instead make the sub-editors feel inferior and abandoned. Abraham Lincoln once said: “Everybody likes a compliment.” And to cut the long story short, William James said: “The deepest principle in human nature is the “craving” to be appreciated.” So, the desire to be great or important or to be appreciated or to be cheered up made the sub-editors ( or what is informally known as subtitlers )became sub-editors too. Surely, instinct craving to be appreciated and regarded as important people as well. However, in their efforts to appreciate or praise them, they don’t need flattery; they need sincere appraisal and appreciation. Flattery doesn’t last long, but sincere appreciation does.
Meanwhile, the satellite managers would hardly give recommendation on good sub-editors. But there are many ways of encouraging people that include presenting awards, giving out gifts; writing commendation letters, giving mementos, acknowledging their efforts publicly; giving reference in relation to their works, and a host of other ways. This is seriously lacking among other things. However, tell me, how could a sub-editor continue being good after all, he/she is not appreciated? That is hard. Consider reward and punishment theory in Psychology. 

8. Government disinterest in the development of the profession: The Government must be a Jack of all trades. For me, government should not be silent on the use of subtitles. Rather, it will get involved by committing itself for the development of the subtitles through Censorship Board. This will strengthen its diplomatic relations to other countries directly or indirectly. Though, Hausa films rarely concern real national or international politics, foreign affairs and themes of international interest. Its major themes are sentimental love and comedy. However, the chance to bring more audience and draw much attention is still there. Though, lacking many themes of great value, culture and tradition are the cornerstones of the Hausa films. Moreover, historical vindication, religious exhibition and political economy are some major important factors that can strengthen diplomatic relations between Hausa and other tribes, and between Nigeria and African countries as well as other continents. Hausa films with subtitles here play important role in expanding the Hausa norms and values to other continents in the world. But the sub-editor comes into being here especially when it concerns international viewers as the subtitles usually make the non-Hausas understand while watching the films. It’s like the confession of the literary critic and theorist Ronald Barthes’ ‘The death of the Author,’ Stakeholders- producers, directors and even the actors become dead when a viewer watches the film. (Though Barthes didn’t give the example of his concept on popular culture as I am doing right here). To him, the only being living inside the work remains the critic, that’s for me, the sub-editor who gives the meanings of the actions to non- Hausa-speaking societies. The directors and actors encoded the meaning through dialogues and rendition and the only person who has the authority to open up the meaning to the audience here is the sub-editor by translating it into the preferred language, which is English. Since English is the Language for all, it becomes the medium for understanding the message. This could also transcend African borders if supported and encouraged greatly. But in the case of Hausa film Industry, I reiterate, this could easily be achieved through ‘beautiful subediting.’ Meanwhile, government should support it to boost the cultures and traditions of its people by encouraging good subtitles with view to understanding more about Hausa culture and people. To the stakeholders, the ball is in your court. You should remember that English language is the global language, and it is for global prestige.
9. Payment for the sub-editors: This is the most aching and disturbing issue to any Hausa film sub-editor. Everybody wants to reach to the land of milk and honey; but not to the land of sweat and bitterness. All work without play makes Jack a dull boy. One should love for his brother what he loves for himself. That’s life and that’s the way to attain happiness and greatness in life. However, some people have a tendency to easily forget those who push them up the ladder. Actually the payment for the project is meager. It’s iota. Besides, the agents expect good quality job, yet sometimes, the payment is suspended between life and death. Many things that are liable to discourage the sub-editors become the order of the day in the profession. Dissuasion as well as exploitation become nagging in it. So much so that the sub-editors, more often than not, feel frustrated and become insincere in the project, doing what is not proper in the sense that, deliberate omission of other important dialogues and being reluctant in correcting other grammatical mistakes- hastiness and showing indifference to correct typographical errors. But who is to blame in this situation? Could it be the agent or the sub-editor? Frankly speaking, it is very pertinent for the stakeholders to consider the high payment for sub-editors. That will undoubtedly change the system and bring a new era for wonderful job and error reduction. It will also encourage the subeditors to focus much more attention to the profession and do better than before. 
 Now, with the emergence of new TV stations, there is need for absorption of more qualified sub-editors. The job is extremely taxing, time-consuming and stressful. In fact, the job is a sweated labour! The stakeholders need to stop being egocentric and embrace the reality that the sub-editors are not meant to be permanently labourers, and since they’ve things valuable to offer, they’d be pitied and considered as parts of the source of the earnings, the builders, the promoters, the special and skilled personnel, without whom the stakeholders wouldn’t reach their desired destinations. 


The Hausa Film Subtitlers Association (HAFSA) 

 Conclusively, let me seal my essay with HAFSA. HAFSA is guild for sub-editors established by Sef Jamil Sufyan Kabo, one of the Hausa film sub-editors. Though, I’ve little knowledge about it, the major aims of the guild are to bring change and make sure it registers professional sub-editors. So, the president- founder of the guild wants to make an unprecedented progress in the profession by restricting subediting to only members of the group. And that no Hausa film subtitles would be recognized fully if it’s not coming from the group. However, the guild determines to work together as a team to make sure that no subtitles will leave its circle without being thoroughly edited and graded as an excellent project. It will also provide any necessary administrative guidelines for its members and equip them with necessary equipment to execute the projects. 
I was introduced to the guild by Sufyan Kabo who encouraged me and commended my efforts in the task. He felt I’d be part of his guild to make a little contribution from my side. I accepted it warmly and began to discuss about the possibility of inviting a meeting to deliberate about enhancing its activity and making it a unified, sincere, and independent body. (I heard the guild had a meeting prior to my invitation) Alas! The dream was short-lived. Though, I didn’t know why, I was invited to attend the meeting and I went, but met none of the prospective members then except the president. However, I know the president is a very committed person with NGO’s activities, but I am sure he’s industrious and capable of promoting the guild. However, one person can’t do it alone; all hands must be on deck. Despite the fact that, the prospective members are from different backgrounds and places, we need to all determine and look at the importance of forming a team to solve the problems of bad subtitles. At least, we need to re-orient others about the subtitles and the problems as well as the solutions. This will minimize the insults we, Hausa people receive from all angles. Remember, when one of us makes a mistake, we carry equal sin. The insults go directly to all of us, they don’t single out an individual, but they blame us collectively. However, if one of us makes a commendable action, the credit wouldn’t go to that person alone, but to all of us. 
Let me use this opportunity to call up on the president and the prospective members, to revive the guild for goodness sake, and to reinvigorate the activity and reissue the guild aims and objectives to the stakeholders as to move the Hausa Film Subtitles forward. Let me list the good sub-editors I know who were proposed to be part of the guild. They are interested, I am sure, but perhaps, their engagements couldn’t allow them to make it at the moment. They’re below:



Sufyan Kabo (Sef Jamil) (The President)
Carmen Mc Cain (Talatu)
Saminu Ali Sadiq (Simon)
Ibrahim Tijjani Kurawa
Ummul Khair Usman
Auwal Kabir Indabawa
Taufiq Mustapha
Mujaheed Usman Aliyu
Huzaifa Sani Ilyas
The above enumerated persons are good sub-editors I know. They have been into sub-editing for long and did great number of subtitles in their own right. Few errors are found in their projects that are unavoidable- just in my own case, though we try our best to find the errors in order to get rid of them, but they occur within the limit of our capacity as humans. Such mistakes are forgivable. But let me reiterate one fact, handsome payment to the qualified sub-editors means a lot in promoting good subtitles, and it’s even the best recipe that will bring positive result and solutions to the nagging problems of bad subtitles!            


Friday, June 13, 2014

Scary Moment

(An elegy on the late emir of Kano, Ado Bayero)

Death unveils the covered story
It exposes inner thoughts and emotions.
It demolishes all forms of structures
Death, despised by all, jinns and humans,
Feared by animals under the sea and on the earth.
And in all the universe, by all creatures
In a scary moment, it remains stern,
So recalcitrant being, uncertain and crook.
It shows up the hidden, and the untold,
It reveals the secrets of the living beings
The secrets kept for centuries and beyond.
I have in mind death and its clues,
As in the lines of Thomas Stearns Eliot
" And what the dead had no speech for, when living,
They can tell you, being dead: the communication
Of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living.
Death, the inevitable visitor that sneaks into our world,
That snatches the long treasures- of lives and happiness.
That breaks our internal and external defences
Banked and nurtured in good faith, then comes it
And grab the pride and fantasies of a people,
Throwing them into the bloody ocean of dejection
Death spares no king or don, but takes them off
It spares no wealthy or poor, learned or illiterate
Spares no old or young, crawling or bubbling;
Cooing or wooing; drooping with ailment,
Or even safe, jubilating hopefully on the Planet,
Will come as it follows the eternal command,
Spares not even an infant, nor pity the mother
It cruises into mother's womb, and makes it stillborn.
It doesn't chose its victim, niether favours favour.
Victimises all hemispheres in all that breath.
The departure of the emir, teaches all life lessons,
But only to the people who think- think like a man,
It teaches me to forsake the the material world
Including all its fabulous ornaments,
It teaches me to fear Lord more and more,
It makes me look straight up to the firmament,
And recall the exaltation and achitecture of God,
It makes me recall the dead, lying in cemetery.
Burried therein with only shrouds and cottons,
It makes me recall the abundance they left behind,
But the bounties can't emancipate the deceased or help.
Recalling all the graces the deceased once had,
And all the trophies and honours and regards,
Are for nothing but tittles of the past.
When I recall the influence and self-esteem
The offsprings left living, and the palaces,
The wealth, knowledge and luxuries,
The and- and- and- and the and...
I then forsake this uncertain world,
Temporary and confusing one...
And bear in mind, then, a scholar's lines:
" Verily Allah has intelligent servants,
They forsake the world and feared fitnah,
They observed in it and then knew
That it is not the place for living.
They then take it as a lake,
And make good deeds in it the boat."
May Almighty forgive the deceased king,
And make the Garden his better palace.
May He not try us after him and more.



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Wednesday, June 11, 2014

The Olympus Has Fallen

(For the late emir of Kano Alhaji Ado Bayero)

The mourning begins,
Strikes our heads.
We're in floods of tears.
But the muezzin calls,

The prayer-goer responds
To the call- the call of Nature
The call all do answer,
Willingly or unwillingly.

The call that condones no delay
The call that none can deny,
Our ancestors answer the call,
With the generation to come .

Ours is but to lament,
For the Olympus has fallen,
The falling of hope,
It is like a falling of the sky,

And to others, it's a flood
That swallows the facades,
That masticates structures,
And that wipes a whole clan,

Leaving behind a history,
But Indellible on a golden slate,
Engraved on it: 'the don amir',
Leaving a yearning yarn,

A legacy to learn and lead,
For us and the folks to arrive.
The amir's charismatic yearn,
And the examplery life he lived,

The motherland bewildered,
By the unwanting visitor,
The visitor which causes rain,
And ends up in terrible flood,

Our world tsunamised,
Now, all affected and hooked
By the anchor of sorrow,
Till a new star emerges

But that I hope; a replacement
That may make a new world
Designed to remember the old,
For the fun is gone in the past.

My eyes red- like Kwankwaso's cap,
With my heart, sorrow- tagged.
I can't help but to swallow the pain
For the one to assuage it arrives,

To replace the 51 year reign.
Now, the king's lineage embrace
The destiny that has befallen all
And shall trust the Almighty's will

And we, to offer our prayers
For the deceased Peacock...
And wish him eternal abode.
But the emirship is sealed
In this century as I envisaged.



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Thursday, June 5, 2014

My Heart

Good or bad
Joy or sorrow
Sweet or bitter,
Shadow or sun
Near or far,
Violence or peace
Black or white.
Day or night.
Sky or earth
Whatever it takes,
My heart is with you.

Inner Contentment

Little I know
In this world.
Little I have
On this earth.
Little I comprehend
About the nature.
Little I do,
To make my living.
I don't bother
For what I deserve not.
When I have,
I do thank God,
When I don't have
I still thank Him.
Failure and gain,
Are in His Hands.
Contented I remain
To my Lord and Creator.

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

My Heart Skips a Beat

My heart skips a beat
When I raise my eyes
To see but a blank space.
My heart skips a beat

When I walk a distance
But meet your absence.
My heart skips a beat
When I hunt your sorrow

But to find it gone.
My heart skips a beat
When I see footprints
Left by my rivals.

My heart skips a beat
When you cry for help
But my hands can't reach.
My heart skips a beat

When my ego hurts you
And then your eyes rain.
Then my eyes blaze,
And there you extinguish it.

My heart will not palpitate
When we merge and stick;
Then I become your equal.
My heart will then be free

And no more wriggles heard.
The heart will be sealed
By the key of happiness
And then skips no more.


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Craving for Good

Think of good
For it will pay,
Here or There
Undisputed fact,
Let's strive for it.
The unlimited reward.
Let's our sights
Travel beyond visions.

Saturday, December 7, 2013

Unacceptable Love

Why are you indifferent,
To this wooing affair?
Why are you maladroit,
In this invulnerable circle?

Destiny is our saga,
It makes me go gaga.
Should I continue,
Through misery and agony,
Until when I reach the peak?

Alas! I refuse to comply
With in-your-face mien!
I've a faculty of lessons:
Wisdom amid experience,
I'm fed up of your censoriuos acts.

Your macabre Machiviallian plot,
Will end as a trash,
I am eagle-eyed fellow,
Sophisticated to detect machinations.

Horrible things are a cul-de-sac
Now, I cease to engage afresh!


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Thursday, December 5, 2013

MY HOPE

Things come and go
Some stay and vow.
True ones only stay,
The false can't pay.
We take the good and bow
With a big amazing wow!

Our bond has grown,
Like a queen with crown.
Being in the cycle for long,
The kind all will love to belong.
Chasms in such a bond could show,
But at the end they go to the shore.
Blessing covers those endure
With patience as in conjure,
Words can not express
Even if I be the press,
The happiness of this day
As it comes on Friday.
Then comes blessing upon blessing
Words aren't enough in expressing

For the sake of true budding
Who never brings burden.
It began as a seedling,
Today, it is a sterling.
Morrow it will reach the zenith,
Tranquility will come from beneath.
That's the moment to achieve
Glory and ideal life we receive
We're then be envied,
But we will not be levied.
Oh! You the patient buddy!
Your life is now in my body.
Friend you are and partner
All because of your manner
Losers are the sadists
Who hinder the leftists.
That's the moment we cheer up;
Drinking gingerly in one cup!
We'd then give them tongue
They'd know they do wrong.
Now we go hand in hand,
Our life becomes a brand.
The records that you hold,
Are of high caliber and bold
Sharp and bright I name your brain,
In my memory it will ever remain.
I say all this without shaking,
Shy or else, fear or blaming
My worries are always wiped
By you when my heart you peeped.
You honour me when I'm dishonoured,
You heal me when I'm wounded.
You're religious and well-versed,
Your verses are not rehearsed.
You are so quick to discern,
And hospitable,you show concern.
Generous, by heaven I learnt.
Your nights are full of light.
Shy as Fulani and also tide,
With horizon free and wide.
Describing you mouth can't
Praising you stop I won't.
In theory and practice you're perfect
in life your deeds no one can reject.
Commending you I say is my last breath
There you'd remain on my chest breadth
My wish for you is my wish
If it's lie let end my dish.
I tag your birthday a secret
Just be patient and reflect.






























Thursday, October 24, 2013

BIRTHDAY GIFT


This day the poet tweets 
With an unclenched fists,
He's had to drop his kits,
With all their nice knits 
To pay humble tributes 
For a being who contributes
Whose hand never carries a blade,
Nor does it spoils the bread.
Let me hail a speedy plane,
That doesn't stress brain;
The crew inside it is refined, 
And the passengers are finely wined  
Depending not on others' dine. 
Not even yearning for mine.
The camp cherished by old
And the young cheer, behold.
Moderate and cool it's to stand,
Coming with ideas fresh and brand
The ideas appear to be fit,
I speak of wit not of pit
Diamonds they're and golds,
Superseding phoenix and oxfords.
Behold, it is a generous university,
That tirelessly dispenses versatility.   
Giving out high and concrete degree
In tons folks receive it all free.
The dead's fate has no speech
Much less to come with a breach
Flattery some people will think
But I do write this with a wink. 
Does this poet's mouth seal?
Nay! None can seal it or steal! 
In our cycle you seem like a queen
To say this I waited with keen.
The ostrich you're that eats steel
In saying this shame I don't feel.
If one perceives it as a blame,
Let him curse me or cast defame. 
It's not for me, a crime
Because I'm still in my prime.
I can avenge but in sublime 
Since I'm not born a lame.
I'd choose to retire here,
Bosh! In running I'd be a hare.
But giving respite is fair
Like giving a messenger fare.

I smile as I'm saying today,
Viva to you on this day.

  
Composed by 
Huzaifa Sani Ilyas
01:03 P.M. 
Thur. 1 August, 13 

Saturday, June 1, 2013

Essay

THE ATTITUDE OF SOUTHERNERS TO NORTHERN NIGERIAN INTELLECTUALS
By
Huzaifa Sani Ilyas
huzaifasanisarari@rocketmail.com
O8033576113

Nigeria is a multi-ethnic country containing many tribes, it is divided into six geo-political zones; however, this division is mainly known as the dominated Muslim north, and the dominated Christian south. Both parts received western education, virtually, with sameness in political participation and leadership. Since independence, the country has been in verbal war between the south and the north. The former, which sees itself as a civilized territory, a land full of intellectuals, scholars, and technocrats, view the latter as barbaric, uncivilized, dormant, and parasite (always found in the southern papers). This argument of whether the north lacks intellectual thinking has been the talk in the nation for decades. However, history has proved that, envy is one of the elements of social struggle especially between the forces of purity and the forces of obscurity. Social envy exists in any society, but it's only those who are objective, sincere and progressive-minded as well as liberal can appreciate and enjoy the difference; furthermore, highlighting the points to the party that challenges the truth. As one scholar says, the truth is never concealed, it is vivid, tangible, and something to the point that you can't deny.

Unfortunately, one of the social viruses the country is experiencing is egocentrism of the southern media, and its atrocity and animosity towards its northern counterparts. It goes along to even show vividly that it is against the northern people and their traditions. The southern media name the northern media Islamist extremist or Muslim extremist papers, (they never call their papers Christian papers) in its pride and transgression. The former disguises under the so-called freedom of speech, and exposes itself to sadism and envy and always couldn't contain its intrinsic animosity against the north. In other words, one can name the southern media 'anti-north crusader'. Meanwhile, it goes beyond the usual expectation of media practitioners or media houses from being objective enterprises, and being responsible in discharging their obligations fearlessly and without any nepotism or tribal orientalism or superiority complex or discrimination in the dissemination of information or segregation of the other parts ( ethnic group), instead, the southern media possesses those calamitous effects and become biased, disrespectful and unreliable to give the north satisfactory information about socio-political life. This is a failure to the whole country at large. Deviating from being ideal example to copy, they become irresponsible and ravaging elements to throw away, because of their dangerous contents. Unlike the northern media that always try to follow the path of unity, tolerance, understanding and togetherness. The southern media proved different.

Some of the characteristics of media and journalism as well as their universal applicability and respect are OBJECTIVITY and RELIABILITY of the sources of information and disseminating the information without discrimination, fear, favour or familiarity. Unfortunately, the southern media, and perhaps their representatives (commenter in both print and electronic media) lack the former and the latter. This is fact and needs no debating; any reader who reads southern papers knows the abuses of character the southerners make against the northerners. What they have is arguably nepotism, sectionalism, tribalism and ethnocentrism. And these are the major attributes that dominate their papers, radio, televisions and of course, even the social media used by the southern people and this becomes the discussion that circulates every nook and cranny in the south.

However, the northern intellectuals and other capable forces of scholars, commenters, analysts and so forth remain indifferent on the abuses, biases, disgrace and unsystematic dissemination of unreliable information about the north, its people and culture. This exhibits their laziness and carelessness, I don't know; maybe because many of them are southerners' apologists. One can't find a northerners' writings in their papers except on rare occasion, one could hardly see even the online comments because they don't or wouldn't post them, and they would rather manipulate or hijack the comments, (only when they want to bring chaos between the south and the north). Though the northerners refrain most of the time from commenting on the papers, maybe because they lack interest or maybe because they are sure their works will not be published.

To dive into the ocean of the whole matter, recently, Professor Ibrahim Bello-Kano (IBK), a Professor of Literature and a versatile scholar from the north, paid a tribute to late Chinua Achebe; he called his piece: Chinua Achebe: A Non-romantic View, in which most of the Nigerian dailies published, (published only to open room for attacking the writer for his objective and fearless release of his unapologetic and factual piece about Achebe and his novels which is academic and intellectual, rather than personal and prejudicial ). This opens up the reality of underscoring the northern people, lack of total respect to northern scholars and intellectuals; in other words, IBK exposes the facts that are vivid and undeniable. Thence, the southern people, having jingoist feelings and ethnic chauvinism, and precisely envious minds and as well as underrating the intelligence and capability of the northern people with their altruistic thinking of orientalists who think there is no such thinking and great minds in the north, vehemently rejected IBK's piece and deterred it with biased view. Having recognized there are such big thought and great minds the north, their envy couldn't allow them to accept the fact and appreciate it, but they go along to attack the professor personally rather than establish reasonable and objective views or arguments defending the late Achebe who IBK deconstructed with objective criticism, using structuralist and post-structuralist views of Viktor Shklovsky's and Jacques Derrida's "defamiliarization" and "difference" and Since most of the people venerated Achebe romantically and blindly without knowing who Achebe really was. This is a clear indication that north has been suffering from the southern media intellectually, and of course still suffers discrimination from the anti-intellectual critics, who demystify blindly and selfishly to let their uncontrollable prejudices appear unapologetic. Even though, they are people of the same nationality, same race, and same continent, they would not stop their campaigns of hatred and humiliation.

In the article, Ibrahim Bello-Kano asserts that even though Chinua Achebe was a great writer (he uses the phrase 'outstanding writer' in the first place), he notices chasms and failures in Achebe's writing career, which he says ended his career by writing There was a country: A Personal History of Biafra. Many scholars, critics and analysts condemned the book, and tagged it as the wrong book at the right time. This is almost the same view Achebe's disciple holds, the Igbo female novelist Chimamanda Adichi Ngozi. She said in her Tribute to Achebe at 82:

"Achebe's most recent book, his long-awaited memoir of the Nigerian-Biafra war, is both sad and angry… I wish THERE WAS A COUNTRY had been better edited and more rigorously detailed in its account of the war."

While IBK points out that Achebe's first novel Things Fall Apart, came out in a time when African 'educated and cultural nationalists' were looking for things on culture that would be documented as Africa's pre-colonial intellectual possessions and legacy. In his Non-romantic tribute, he calls Achebe a tribal nationalist, because of his failure to hide his sentimentality and tribal concern for only his people, Igbo. As a writer, one is a preacher, a leader and a father in bulk whose task is to guide, lead and reconcile between two conflicting issues, ideologies, or misunderstandings. The good father creates the best way for dialogue and reconciliation among his children in order to clear away grudges and animosity among them. But Achebe proves otherwise as he favours one site only. In other words, IBK is persistent on his stand that Achebe was communal jingoist and even ethnic nationalist, igbo-phie, post-colonial and Biafran apologist as well as anti-colonial writer, more especially when he deconstructs Achebe's last written work, There was a country. That's not IBK's major concern, his was when people across the nation keep re-iterating things such that Achebe is 'the father of African Literature', he became provoked and reactive, and perhaps this is the reason why he decided to write his A Non-romantic View, perhaps, non-hero worshipping tribute to Achebe, making it crystal clear that Achebe was not the 'father of African Literature."

IBK underlines some recipe to those who stick to the claim and believe that the Achebe was the 'dad of African literature' (to make it informal). He shed more light saying that the claim is an unacceptable not only to African writers, literary historians and scholars but also to Achebe himself. IBK continued saying there were many African writers who contributed long before Achebe was born and their contributions were excellently compelling. IBK called the claim as a 'partial and reductive view of Africa's literary history, or a diminution of African writing to a minor position...'

To summarize it all, he says, 'in any case, the idea of Achebe being the 'father of African Fiction' isn't a scholarly argument but a romantic and naïve one because it ignores the major contributions of pre-colonial African Authors and a huge corpus of African writing in Arabic, French, Portuguese and Spanish.'

To cash it down, few days ago, the renowned playwright an poet, the Nobel Laureate, Professor Wole Soyinka, came out with harsher words against the hackneyed phrase that Achebe was the founding father of African Literature. He says it's: "Literary ignorance'' or "momentary exuberance to which we are all sometimes prone." Soyinka added:

"Those who seriously believe or promote this must be asked: have you the sheerest acquaintance with the literatures of other African nations, in both indigenous and adopted colonial languages?"
He continued:

"What must the francophone, lusophone, Zulu, XHOSA, Ewe etc. etc. literary scholars and consumers think of those who persist in such a historic absurdity? It's as ridiculous as calling Wole Soyinka father of contemporary African drama! Or Mazisi Kunene father of African epic poetry. Or Kofi Awoonor father of African poetry. Education is lacking in most of those who pontificate."

And for Achebe's last work, There was a Country…, Soyinka termed it as "a book I wish he had never written-that is not in the way it was. There are statements in that work that I wish he had never made."

However, Ibrahim Bello-Kano, said similar things about the work, his is more intellectual, academic and frank than Soyinka's which was more personal and harsher than IBK's, but the whole nation, especially the south, came out with innumerable attacks on IBK, calling him names, in fact, they not only ended the insults on him but also to the generality of his ethnic location, his religion and his tribe.

In the journalism profession, it is not allowed everywhere in the world to cast such abuse of character in papers. On online papers, there is a law that prohibits that, telling you before you comment, for instance, on the online papers, that any abuse of character, defamation or slander comments would not be entertained. Southern papers always don't practice the law; they go ahead after reviewing to post them. Who criticizes Soyinka now? Where are the harsh and abusive rejoinders against IBK? Where are those selfish, egoistic writers who backed Achebe blindly? To make it clear, Soyinka referred to Achebe's early novels as "market literature", which was more or less aimed at making money rather than contributing to intellectual progress, yet the southern commenters remain as silent as grave. Are they afraid of Soyinka's scathing censure or have they regarded him as Literature's 'final authority?' Everybody is hiding quietly because the lion appeared in the middle of the field, no talk, no cough, no move, nothing but silent egocentrism of biased forces and ethnic jingoism.


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Tuesday, May 14, 2013

HE KNOWS NOT HE DOESN’T KNOW

It is mystifying to hear
Unusual words against
The established norms,
Of a sense society.
It is queer to hear
A marauding marauder,
Coming upon you
In a deleterious dungeon,

Threatening your fragile soul.
In mask of envy, intruding itself
Into a wide field of grace,
Wanting to ravage you
And liquidate your arsenal,
With its 7th century merciless missiles,

And then you are defenseless,
With protectors, senile and anile
Your arsenal are brain and pen,
As they are sharper than swords,
Incomparable warrior in peace and war,

Then the pens of your disciples emerge
With swords sharpest than all,
And you only thought they'd not succour,
Alas! The defense stand by you,
With their suave modern armaments,
That can nuke any evil system,
Crushing the slayer,
And bringing a historic change
Lasting until eternity.

Composed on 14th May, 13
02:36pm


 


Thursday, May 9, 2013

The Path

THE PATH
Composed by Huzaifa Sani Ilyas
8th May, 2013
12:07 a.m.

Straighthened path, smoothened, unbending
To the Promised Land, as always it's.
In the history of the world, ongoing,
Never missing or getting lost,
Undefeated when being on the track.

Being the first, and also the last,
The guide to true life, the mother of culture
Civilization and modernity, the foe to ignorance.
Ignominy is checked out when it appears
Peace and progress salute, even unseen.

The root of modesty, standing firmly for it.
Disgracing it is the beginning of failure,
Havoc it creates when it's fought.
Hapless dweeb and sycophant remain its enemies
Life discredit goes to its mimicker.

Gregarious, refined its adherents
roll on,
Breathing in ardent jubilation
Mimicking those devaluing it
From afar, afraid of being troubled
By those infamous folks, fortuneless
Who seek pleasure in disgusting it.

The sunlight that shines in every morning,
Bringing an end to the dark night,
Bringing the day of hope, the day of success
That shines in its glory
The moon which assuages the pain
Of hard day labour with substitute of joy
Expelling the darkness of the night.
The mother star that decorates the sky,
With starlets spreading all over
Following its oders in suspense
Revealing the earth's surface
On that darkly night

The house of prestige gets down
When it neglects its posture,
The house of low becomes the high,
The house of prestige and grace
When embracing it as good samaritan.

Dying isn't its character
But the nature of its antagonists
Immortality it allocates in the scenery
How then the creator let die its worshipper?
How then the imprudent malcontent lives
When it's the controller?

Low lands are to its foes, high lands are its lovers'.
Appreciating ornaments and thrill
The upshot of sticking to its creed
Suffices to bring a yielding recipe
From societal regrets to ecstasy.

Vulnerable is the society distressing it,
Conflict and anarchy, to say least
Become the result of its neglect
Those drink from its ocean

Being the richest and genius creatures.
Living cosmopolitan, nice and pleasant.
Appreciating the reliable and the cherished.

Despised is its challenger, lugubriously
Dwelling in penury and guilt,
Directionless as lunatic, messy and denounced.
Enjoying no more than having disgrace in dung.

The feeder of life, feeding with no stop,
The enlightener of the errs, having no chasms.
The sweetener of the tongue, dismissing the bitter,
The dispenser of life, the killer of doom,
The rescuer of souls standing on the precipice,
The cosmetics that makes man a man,
And woman

The seed of mercy that spreads across centuries,
The citadel of fantasies that never deform,
The voice of the voiceless which is ever heard
And seen even by dumb and blind,

The fighter for the truth, the panacea to peace.
The resilient legacy bequeathed by prophets
Leaving behind only trend of hope and strength,
Crushing all vices that threaten ingenuity,
Calling all to the path of utopia,
Closing all the perilous ones to dystopia.



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Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Matrimonial Poem (For Kabir Musa Yusuf)

Composed: 26th Jan, 2009

The time has come
For us to cheer and celebrate
The marvellous occasion we longed
Of our master's memorable matrimony.

The day we thirsted and starved,
The day we waited with keen,
The day all of us booked
To fill our happiness gap,
Today the day has come.

When longing is longed,
When striving is the task,
When supplication is invoked,
Then yearning is fulfilled
Gratification progress
Then success prevail.

We must celebrate with you
As we've nothing to pay you;
For you are our lead,
Followers to your footprints,
With your voice we speak.

Our sterling tutor, our guide,
Our starting point, our end.
Our educational path, our gate.
Our key to success, our hope.

Without you noun would be neglected
Without you pronoun would be oppressed
Without you verb would be marginalised Without you adverb would be robbed
Without you adjective would be segregated
Without you preposition would be paralysed
Withour you conjunction would be dislocated
Without interjection would be vandalised
Without you parts of speech would be strangled
And without you literature and language will faint and die.

So great you are by emancipating them from emasculation
So brave you are for rescuing them from annihilation.

We are at your door
Jubilating your jamboree,
And to wish you viva
And sustainable married life.




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Monday, April 8, 2013

My Personal Experience of Police Savagery and Arbitrariness

It is unfortunate that some police men don't value I'd cards, or is it because many of them haven't been trained to know its value, or are illiterates. Some have only High School certificates, having little education or zero education.
It happened on Thursday December 6, 2012 around 10:34pm in Gwale, in Kano. As I walked along Aminu Kano Way, I heard someone call out my name. It was my friend, Shamsu, standing among four other guys near a shop, which was closed. He left them and joined me at the sidewalk. A couple of minute later, we saw five men carrying guns shouting at us. They rounded us up, including the guys standing aside. They began searching us. I identified myself as a journalist and my friend a Level 200 student at Bayero University, Kano. The man who appeared to be of the team leader called Abbas said that if they searched us and found nothing criminal, we would go. I presented several I'd cards, including NYSC Foundation ID card, my school ID card which I've not yet submitted for my transcript; my press ID card, my Association of Nigerian Authors ID card and my Kano English Club ID card. One of the policemen pointed out a guy called Mubarak and excluded him from us and told to go home. Thereafter, I was roughed up and shoved into the back seat of a truck. I heard the team leader swear that I would sleep in the cell. Why, I was not told; may be it was because I told him I was a journalist.
They kept the rest of us behind the counter; I called people I could reach on phone to come to our aid, but their phones were unavailable. I then twitted and facebooked (before they took away our phones). A friend and two guys whose voices I couldn't recognise were at the station to bail me. He met the police man and even promised to give him money to release me. But he wanted more than my friend had on him; suddenly, he disappeared, but not before ordering his colleague to ensure that we were not released.
We were thrown into the cell, 22 of us. No food, no water, nothing but pieces of faeces combined with stale odour of urine that assailed the nostrils, and mosquitoes and biting insects. It was so dark we couldn't see our palms. I couldn't sleep in that inhumane condition. I couldn't believe that we made it to the next day.
In the morning, I was called out to sweep the rooms; I declined, noting it was not my duty. Some friends came to bail me. But the police on duty said they could do nothing until the DPO returned by 11:00a.m. The DPO eventually came and we were asked out of the cells and to line up as he called our names one after the other. All, except me, would be taken to court. I presented my ID cards and told him how it happened. I noticed the shock in his face. He heaped blames on the arresting police officer, and pledged to look into it.
Many people in the cell told me how they were arrested. Some were sitting in their shops; others were merely enjoying their dinner. Others walking or standing in their areas; like me, who was few metres away from home.

Huzaifa Sani Ilyas
Huzaifasanisarari@rocketmail.com

Published on Daily Trust Newspaper
Monday, December 10, 2012
Also, published on Blueprint Newspaper
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Thursday, March 28, 2013

Things Fall Apart

Things fall apart.
The sky cries
The earth shakes,
The pen dries,
The paper sicks,
The idea shivers

The reader feeble,
The giants' hearts palpable.
The day dark,
the sun hot,
The moon cool,
The oceans dry

It's queer, yet it comes
It's appalling, yet it tears,
It's a hero fall, falling of hope,
To some, and to other, its demise.

The titanic, unsinkable is sunk.
The unbeaten, the cat, beaten.
The failure for all, and to none.
The lenient lead, at the end,

Our lament is death, dead-end.
No longer at ease, untrimmed
March 21st remains indelible
No longer at ease,
The arrow of God thrown;

The man of the people exiles,
To a square hole, no return.
The hole surface, a replica of
Anthills of the Savanna,
The image of Africa ceases.

Racism ends, not only in Conrad's mind,
But in the world the magical poet leaves.
The pillar which withholds the colonist.
The caterpillar which crushes the prison walls.

Marriage is a private affair,
the dead tells story
When he writes with undying pen.
Dead men' path, a nostalgia to lose.
The sacrifice egg for all to taste.
Civil peace the creed he stands for.

Girls at war, ruinous anecdote.
Vengeful creditor, a mystery.
The voter, in his circle, scraps honor.
Beware soul-brother, your soil is wrecked.
Christmas at Biafra is at ebb,
Don't let him die, he tips off,
Christopher Okigbo reiterates.

Today is another Africa, unpredictable.
The refugee mother and child.
The vultures descend to grab,
The left-over treasures left,
Bitterness denies the grab.

The novelist as teacher, surpasses.
Though hopes and impediments exist,
History never forgets its builders,
It's unlike ingrate, shadow,
disappearing when moved,

Morning yet on the creation day,
Creates creative soul, doubting
Over the arts, that Africa bears,
Alas! Losing one side of the coin.
The morning eclipses.

The boss, disburses
the trouble with Nigeria,
The failures in leading,
a nation failing
In peoples' policies as leaders';
Home and exile, an alternative.
The best recipe, as learned
Education of a British protected child
To some, success, to others, failure.

The appreciable legacy left for children
Unforgettable, a reminiscence,
to my childhood
Chike and the river,
enchanting shore scene
From thereon, the poor personae retells
How the leopard got his claws.
He now gets the flute and the drum,
which he flutes
To sing the song of art,
time and more.

Today the days are gone,
Leaving us in mourning
The pain of the great loss,
Will forever remain,
In our hearts and pens
The hero is no more.

When the fate befalls,
When the familiarity befriends,
When the death descends,
When the mightier falls,
Then dearth prevails,
And patience follows,
Then the world tells the bitter yarn:
There was a country
And there was a writer!

(Composed by Huzaifa Sani Ilyas)
1:10 a.m. 23rd March, 2013


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Friday, October 26, 2012

The Poor

This poem is dedicated to the hopless paupers living in endless penury and tyranny of their counterparts.

Composed: Thu 25 Oct. At 11:50 AM

I see him with sunken eyes
Sunk in a flowing ocean of desperation
Befriending frustration and agony
Exposed in between thunder and lightning,
Brooding over the next hour's meal.

 Living in a dark deadly dungeon
Contained therein blood-suckers
With stinging and poisonous beasts
Stinging and sucking through his veins;
Trippled tribulations like a cripple tripping and falling with no foothold,
Like a ripple in water, uncertain,
Going no further on its path
Like Mars revolving on its axis,
I see the poor exiles from his burrow
After digging it for ages, then the tyrant comes and eject him at once, swapping him for endless jungles
I see the poor with broken bedrock, yearning for a cloth to cover his nude,
Behind his defeat by the vicious right-winger;

I see him, deprived of the pen and ink, then told of paper being hazardous to his afflicted lenses.
Placing anatomy in anachronistic form

He lays the binding blocks of pyramid,
But another comes and sit on the pinnacle
The founder below, the settler on top,
Oh! The poor, when will you be freed?